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90 THE TIBETAN BOOK OF LIVING AND DYINGThe expert and archaeologist of Petra who accompaniedArthur Flowerdew could not explain this very ordinaryEnglishman's uncanny knowledge of the city. He said:He's filled in details and a lot of it is very consistent with knownarchaeological and historical facts and it would require a mind verydifferent from his to be able to sustain a fabric of deception on thescale of his memories—at least those which he's reported to me. Idon't think he's a fraud. I don't think he has the capacity to be afraud on this scale. 4What else could explain Arthur Flowerdew's extraordinaryknowledge except rebirth? You could say that he might haveread books about Petra, or that he might have even receivedhis knowledge by telepathy yet the fact remains that some ofthe information he was able to give was unknown even to theexperts.Then there are fascinating cases of children who can spontaneouslyremember details of a previous life. Many of thesecases have been collected by Dr. Ian Stevenson of the Universityof Virginia. 5 One startling account of a child's memories ofa past life came to the attention of the Dalai Lama, who senta special representative to interview her and verify heraccount. 6Her name was Kamaljit Kour, and she was the daughter of aschoolteacher in a Sikh family in the Punjab in India. One day,on a visit to a fair in a local village with her father, she suddenlyasked him to take her to another village, some distance away.Her father was surprised and asked her why. "I have nothinghere," she told him. "This is not my home. Please take me tothat village. One of my school-friends and I were riding on ourbicycles when suddenly we were hit by a bus. My friend waskilled instantly. I was injured in the head, ear, and nose. I wastaken from the site of the accident and laid on the bench infront of a small courthouse nearby. Then I was taken to the villagehospital. My wounds were bleeding profusely and my parentsand relatives joined me there. Since there were no facilitiesto cure me in the local hospital, they decided to take me toAmbala. As the doctors said I could not be cured, I asked myrelatives to take me home." Her father was shocked, but whenshe insisted, he finally agreed to take her to the village, thoughhe thought that it was just a child's whim.

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